Behind Mushroom Rock, two heads—one large and one small—sneakily peeked out.
It was Yano and Chen Yu.
As for Little Ka, because he was too short and his climbing ability was practically useless, he couldn't get up at all and could only curl up hiding below.
A bomb?
Yano sucked in a sharp, cold breath.
These Rusty Key elites were way too ruthless.
To deal with him, they even used expensive alchemical bombs.
Good thing he hadn't stubbornly insisted on being the bait earlier, otherwise, he'd have been blown to pieces scattered everywhere.
"B-boss, your invincible magic formation is broken."
"What invincible magic formation? This is just the most basic, trash-tier formation."
"When I get the chance, I'll show you a proper, bigger one."
A puny Maze Formation was practically a dime-a-dozen, common item back in Xu Xuan Heaven, so why did it sound so miraculous coming from Yano's mouth?
Something that could be broken bare-handed actually warranted a bomb here.
"Ah? The most basic kind?"
Yano's cheeks felt a bit warm;
he seemed to have underestimated the demon's foundations.
"Someone's coming." Chen Yu reminded.
Yano quickly petrified his body to reduce his presence and said sneakily, "I dug three traps along the only path. If he dares come, he'll definitely trigger one."
"You mean this one?"
On the path leading to the Little Black Room, an agile figure cautiously felt his way forward—it was Razor Weasel, scouting ahead.
He had only taken a few steps forward when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hmph, just some low-level traps."
Razor Weasel sneered disdainfully. Such crude, childish traps were something only a three-year-old would fall for. So, he leaped, easily jumping over it.
Yano whispered excitedly, "I dug them like that on purpose, just to lower his guard."
Before the words fully left his mouth, the moment Razor Weasel landed, he sensed the mud beneath his feet seemed excessively soft.
Something's wrong!
Alertness rose within him. Relying on his agile skills, he lightly tapped the ground. The trap collapsed with a rumble, revealing the dagger spike trap beneath. With another nimble leap, he easily cleared it.
This assassin's agility is insane.
Yano was utterly dumbfounded. He hurriedly said, "I knew he could easily pass the second trap, so I prepared a third one. Guaranteed he won't react in time."
As he finished speaking, Razor Weasel landed again, but the strange sensation underfoot made his expression change once more.
Cunning enemy!
They actually laid three traps to deal with him!
In that split second, before the man's thoughts could even settle, his body reacted instinctively. He swiftly shot a grappling hook onto a fungus tree not far away, intending to use it to swing across.
Huh?
That works too?
Yano completely understood now what 'elite' meant.
Chen Yu remained silent, having known all along that his traps were unreliable, so he had prepared a backup plan.
Dozens of Poison-stinger Wasps quickly revealed themselves under the fungus tree, firing lethal venomous needles.
"Whoosh!!"
"Ah!!"
Razor Weasel never expected Poison-stinger Wasps to be in this place. Despite desperately trying to evade, he was still stabbed several times all over his body and fell into the trap.
"Boss, it still comes down to you." Yano said awkwardly.
Razor Weasel's piercing shriek was like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the misty zone.
"Traps! There's an ambush!"
"Damn it!"
The three others rushed over, alert to their surroundings, and rescued the injured Razor Weasel.
Right at that moment.
"All forces, attack!"
"Bzzzz—!!!"
A dense, scalp-tingling buzzing sound suddenly erupted from all directions.
The Thick Mist churned violently. Immediately after, a despair-inducing 'black cloud' tore through the white mist curtain—it was a dense, countless swarm of Poison-stinger Wasps.
They blotted out the sky and earth as they swooped down towards the three remaining members of the Shadow Fang Team.
"Poison-stinger Wasps?!"
"Why are these damned things in the mist zone!"
Their faces changed dramatically as they relied on their agile skills to dodge.
Yurian's figure transformed into a true grey shadow.
[Shadow Step]
The twin daggers in his hands were like the fangs of a venomous snake. His movements were astonishingly fast as he weaved through the swarm;
with each pass, several Poison-stinger Wasps were sliced apart.
"Cover your mouths and noses!"
Old Chimney shouted hoarsely from the edge of the trap. Simultaneously, he grabbed a large handful of poison powder from a pouch at his waist and flung it violently into the air, creating a lethal poison mist.
The effect was immediate!
The Poison-stinger Wasps that charged into the poison mist area saw their flight paths become erratic and wobbly. Even with Lv.2 Toxin Resistance, they couldn't withstand it. They fell like kites with cut strings, twitching a few times in the mud before lying still.
A large area around Old Chimney was instantly cleared.
The offensive of the Poison-stinger Wasp army suffered its first significant defeat.
"Well done!"
The pressure on everyone lessened slightly, and their spirits lifted.
However, before they could catch their breath, another sudden change occurred!
The Poison-stinger Wasps that were covered in leaves suddenly stopped. They abruptly lowered their heads and used their mouthparts to viciously bite through the leaves covering their bodies.
"Crack!"
The ground seemed struck by an invisible giant hammer as several patches of mud suddenly bulged upwards and compressed.
In the blink of an eye, over a dozen hard stone spheres materialized out of thin air.
They shot towards the Shadow Fang Team members with dull, whooshing sounds, slamming into them like cannonballs.
"What the hell is that?!"
Old Chimney was the closest and thus the first to suffer.
"CRACK!"
"Ah—!!!"
Old Chimney let out a miserable scream. The left arm he used to block was fractured and bent, and his whole body was sent flying, landing heavily on the cold, wet mud.
Rock Sword roared, swinging his sword to block the stone spheres crashing toward him, covering his retreat.
"Damn it!"
[Shadow Step]
Yurian's figure instantly vanished from his spot.
So fast that only afterimages remained.
[Chaotic Blades]
"Shhk! Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!"
A series of sharp, grating sounds of blades cutting through carapace almost merged into one continuous noise.
Yurian moved like a butterfly flitting through flowers, yet also like Death himself reaping lives, weaving at high speed through the remaining wasp swarm.
Over a dozen leaf-covered Poison-stinger Wasps were instantly annihilated.
The battlefield, which had been thrown into chaos by the "stone spheres," was forcibly reversed by him alone.
Sss...
So this is an Official Professional.
Truly terrifyingly strong.
Yano sucked in another sharp, cold breath. If he had been standing there earlier, wouldn't he have been stabbed over a dozen times.
"Yano, you, go beat him up."
Chen Yu had originally just been testing the strength of his magical creature army, not intending to let them be completely wiped out.
"Me?"
Me, fight an Official Professional?
Yano secretly gulped, then gritted his teeth.
Forget it.
The Boss is right here, what is there to fear?
He soon emerged from behind the rocks, raised his sword, and tried hard to keep a straight face, making himself look somewhat composed.
Yurian's gaze instantly locked onto Yano, his cold eyes sizing him up from head to toe.
From his gait, stance, the way he held his sword... Yurian, with his top-tier assassin's perception, instantly made an accurate judgment.
No imposing aura, movements slightly clumsy, heavy footsteps, ordinary breathing rhythm.
This was definitely not the bearing an official knight should have.
"Heh..."
Yurian sneered coldly.
He understood completely now.
This so-called "Miracle" Yano, it turned out he relied entirely on these bizarre magical creatures and traps.
The guy himself was basically just trash.